A fitting tune performed by Frank Sinatra
You ain’t been blue; no, no, no.
You ain’t been blue,
Till you’ve had that mood indigo.
That feelin’ goes stealin’ down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, “Go ‘long blues”.
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin’ when lights are low,
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
‘Cause there’s nobody who cares about me,
I’m just a soul who’s
bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo,
I could lay me down and die.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about my favorite book series “Youth in Revolt”. And no, I am not referring to the movie adaptation that left out about half of the three books it was based off (also not to say the movie sucked. Michael Cera was a perfect fit for Nick Twisp and Portia Doubleday played the role of Sheeni Saunders, as if she were meant for it. I still despise Sheeni’s character to this day. If you read the series, you may agree or disagree.) I am talking about the 7-book series that had me enthralled the whole way through. This was a series that didn’t allow me to rest unless I was flipping through its content with wide eyes and a tender heart.
Now you might be thinking “Who fucking cares? Why are we listening to Frank Sinatra while you blab about some book?”. Well that would be because Nick Twisp is also a Frank Sinatra fanatic; and in the book, he and Sheeni enjoy small coffee shops together for its simplicity and intimate setting. And considering Nick, was head-over-heels for Sheeni, this song came rushing into my conscience as I replayed the scenes over and over in my head.
So I thought I’d share the song with you all and maybe even garner some interest in those who have yet to dive into the fantastical mind of C.D. Payne and his quirky novels 🙂
Mam’selle Performed by Frank Sinatra:
A small Cafe, Mam’selle, our rendezvous, Mam’selle.
The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you Mam’selle.
And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh,
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you.
And yet I know too well someday you’ll say goodbye,
Then violins will cry, and so will I, Mam’selle.
Keyword: “was”.
This was my Love performed by Frank Sinatra
Soft as a raindrop, fresh as the sea
Warm as the sunshine shining on me
This was my love, this was my love
Light was her laughter, few were her tears
Gentle her beauty, tender her years
This was my love, this was my love
So young, so fair, such bright golden hair
A smile always on her face
No other love can ever compare
No other can take her place
Others may cherish fortune or fame
I will forever cherish her name
For this was my love
This was my love!
Because I can, and because I love you all!
How Deep is the Ocean Performed By Frank Sinatra
How much do I love you? I’ll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?
How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How high is the sky?
I’d apologize for posting so much of Sinatra’s music lately but… I find it difficult to see his crooning as a punishment. So instead, I GRACE you all with another of his airs. I hope you enjoy 🙂
Goodbye (She quietly says) Performed by Frank SInatra
There is no great big ending, no sunset in the sky
There is no string ensemble, and she doesn’t even cry
And just as I begin to say that we should make another try
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
There is no big explosion, no tempest in the tea
The world does not stop turning round, there’s no big tragedy
Sitting in a coffee shop with cheesecake and some apple pie
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily, Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, just two always strangers avoid each other’s eyes
One still make believing, one still telling lies, she tells me that I’m not to blame
But when I ask the reason why
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily. Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Another reason I love Sinatra’s voice…
First the tide rushes in;
plants a kiss on the shore.
Then rolls out to sea.
And the sea is very still
Once more.
So I rush to your side.
Like the oncoming tide.
With one burning thought:
Will your arms, open wide?
At last, we’re face to face.
And as we kiss, through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel,
You are love, you are real
Really mine
In the rain,
In the dark,
In the sun.
Like the tide at its ebb
I’m at peace in the web
Of your arms.
On my lunch at work right now and this song came up on my playlist. I decided to post it because It’s an extremely special song for me as it has helped me get over the single greatest heart break I have faced that didn’t include a death in the family… I don’t want to explain for fear of a relapse, but just listen to the song and feel the words flow through your soul.
Since I find myself awake at 3:15AM, thinking… I thought it’d be nice to share something from Frank Sinatra. I’m not sure who actually wrote it; there were several writers responsible for the ballads. But I’m just glad they gave it to Frank to sing 🙂
In The Wee Small Hours; performed By: Frank Sinatra
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You’ll lie awake, and think about the girl
And never think of counting sheep.
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When your lonely heart has learned its lesson.
You’d be hers if only she would call.
In the wee small hours of the morning.
That’s the time you miss her most, of all.
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When your lonely heart has learned its lesson;
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning.
That’s the time you miss her most, of all…
The Way it Goes 